Blindsided

 

For some, eyes don’t mean much

But- I will rush, alone in the darkness

Found to be coldest in every twilight

Just to make sure I’m there in time

So, when the amberish fire rises up

To peek over the breadth of horizons

I’m prepared to feel it touch- me

Capturing me in a state of ecstasy

Like I do, whenever you…look at me

 

Poet of the Light © 2018

 

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